I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

"Ah this..."

An embarrassed look appeared on Huang Feihu's face. He checked Huang Tianhua, who had retreated to his side, and found that there were indeed no scars on his body. The few internal shock injuries were obviously caused by physical blows. Huang Tianhua also explained I have only fought against monster monkeys.

"Dad, why are you here?" Huang Tianhua said unabashedly to Ksitigarbha's face: "I was about to give this old bald ass Ksitigarbha a harsh blow and ask Heaven to punish him. You're here too early!"

"What a good little thief, you and your son are not betraying each other, right?" Ksitigarbha was furious, wishing that Fang Di would go out and bite these two idiots. Unfortunately, although Diting looks like a large Samoyed, it is not a real dog.

And even if it was a real dog, it would not dare to come close to show its teeth if there was a jade unicorn or a five-color sacred cow across from them.

"A man is an open and honest man. I have always taught my son this way. He can tell others everything he wants. What can I say to others?" Huang Feihu is a father. No matter who suffers, he will always protect his son first.

"You're teaching your son why you are facing me!" Jizo's eyes widened, "Turn your face away!"

Huang Tianhua followed the good example, turned his face away, and pushed Huang Feihu to the ground, just in time to hit Jizo's face with his butt, and said: "Dad, you are right to teach me a lesson. Please remember it in the future."

"Now you are rushing over there!" Ji Zang jumped to his feet and cursed, "Now you are rushing over to me! You Huang family and his son are nothing like human beings!"

"Ksitigarbha, please stop farting. We are facing a formidable enemy. Don't force me to beat you first." Huang Feihu lowered the five-color sacred cow and slammed the golden gun into the ground.

Although Huang Feihu is also on the list of gods, because of his high official position, high power, and strong incense, his actual strength in the underworld is no less than that of Ksitigarbha. If even Huang Feihu couldn't discover it, wouldn't it be the same fate for Ksitigarbha himself?

As he spoke, Ksitigarbha raised his hands to the Huang family and his son: "Emperor, Third Prince, the matter has been made clear. There is no need to talk nonsense with this man. Take him down first, and then torture the person behind him."

"That's hard to say." Ksitigarbha didn't intend to make any sense. He frowned and said, "It should be that the person behind you was planning the underworld in advance, and then sent spies in and revised the regulations to allow those who arrest people randomly. There is no doubt that the evil spirits have lured you here."

Huang Feihu said with a serious face: "Just now I was reviewing papers in Dongyue Temple, and suddenly a voice sounded in my mind, saying that Tianhua, you are fighting with the old thief Ksitigarbha, I have to fight several times. Even if you can't find him, even if you kill his own body, you can't find the Emperor Dongyue after he leaves his body. I can only search the underworld first to find you."

"I treat you as a bold and ignorant wild monkey, how dare you spread rumors about a saint?" Huang Feihu and Ji Zang both felt it was ridiculous.

Ever since the Battle of the Gods, when Huang Tianhua was attacked while sitting on his jade unicorn mount, he was thrown off and was crushed to death. The Huang family and his son's mount became a pure means of transportation, and they no longer rode on it to fight. Anyway, they are all old gods, and they can fly whether they are riding a mount or not.

"There is someone else behind the demon monkey!" Jizo's eyes turned cold: "It means that we are actually being played by the person behind him!"

Yuanshi Tianzun doesn't even like the true disciples of Jiejiao. Disciples like these who are transformed into eggs and wear horns dare to pretend to be disciples of saints. Even if they are not pretending to be his disciples, he has to give them to the gods. thunder.

"Old thief Ksitigarbha, you dare to trick my father, right?" Huang Tianhua held the Heart-Saving Nail in his hand. As long as Ksitigarbha dared to say a word that made him feel bad, he would punch out the Heart-Saving Nail, and then Give Ksitigarbha a set of random cloak hammering techniques.

Golden runes were spat out from Ksitigarbha's mouth one by one, flying up into the air, and drifting towards the battlefield between Huang Feihu and Sun Wukong. On the one hand, they buffed Huang Feihu, and on the other hand, they also harassed Sun Wukong's movements.

Sun Wukong almost made this group of conspiracy theorists laugh angrily, "Obviously you seduced the wrong soul in the underworld and lured Old Sun to the underworld for no reason. With some magic power, Old Sun discovered that you were doing evil things in the underworld. , you want to give them an explanation, are you still blaming me? "

Now that he had taken action, Ksitigarbha had no intention of arguing with Huang Tianhua. He raised his hand and pushed flatly, and a golden "swastika" appeared in his hand. He pushed Huang Tianhua back and kept knocking out the heart-shaped nail.

It seems that they are cooperating well, but Ksitigarbha is one of the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism and is on the same level as Emperor Dongyue. Huang Feihu is holding the guy in front and fighting hard, but he is sitting in the back and talking, but there is some disagreement. Water.

Between the two of them, who has never seen a saint?
Needless to say, Ksitigarbha, when Buddhism was still a Western religion, it was the direct transmission of two saintly leaders; although Huang Feihu was a mortal general during his lifetime, and his soul was on the list after his death, the underworld has an advantage over heaven. Poking at a saint.

Fortunately, the saints are no longer in the Three Realms. A few hundred years ago, it would have been enough to be struck by the thunder of the gods.

"No, brother, can you please be reasonable?"

"What, are you serious about this?" Ksitigarbha was shocked when he heard this. He didn't care about Huang Feihu calling him an old thief, and asked anxiously: "You can't even notice?"

"Okay, okay, are you playing rogue, right?" Sun Wukong was happy, "You don't have to think about how to find out who is behind me. Old Sun has said again and again, my master is a saint, if you are capable, just practice with him. ”

Although he is only an authentic saint, he is also equivalent to a saint in the underworld. Others cannot see Empress Houtu. Has Huang Feihu, the Dongyue Emperor and the nominal leader of the underworld, not seen Houtu yet?
What is a saint? It transcends the three realms and rests on an ultimate existence. Let alone reciting it orally, just thinking about it makes me feel extremely majestic. This wild monkey that ran out of the mountains heard the title of a saint from somewhere and dared to use it to pull tiger skins.

If the words were not conducive, even Huang Feihu lost his patience. He picked up the golden gun and stabbed Sun Wukong at it. Ksitigarbha sat cross-legged in the back and recited the "Ksitigarbha's Original Oath Sutra" in a low voice.

With the enemy in front of him, he couldn't do much, otherwise Huang Feihu would betray him and it would be another bad debt.

Huang Feihu caught a glimpse of Ksitigarbha's movements from the corner of his eye, and saw that he still had some sense of control. He snorted coldly without saying a word, and danced his spear like a dragon over the sea, piercing Sun Wukong's vital points all over his body.

"Okay, okay, let's beat the younger one. Here comes the old one. Let me test your old strength!" Sun Wukong laughed and also used the stick technique to greet him. Both sides have long weapons, and the fight is very different from before. You come and I go, the weapons are like dragons flying back and forth, the phoenixes are nodding, the sound of "ding-dong" is endless, and the moves are changing, everything is extremely dangerous.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel is extremely heavy. With the blessing of his magic power, it really complies with Ao Guang's words in the original work. If you hold it for a long time, you will die, if you knock for a long time, you will die. The skin will be scratched and scratched. My son has a tendon injury.

However, Huang Feihu was not a vegetarian. When he was a mortal, he was a veteran of many battles in the Shang Dynasty. Later, he was granted the title of Emperor Dongyue. In this underworld, his magical power was not comparable to that of a collateral deity like Huang Tianhua. He has risen all the way to the pinnacle of Daluo Jinxian, which is no worse than the direct descendants of saints like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The golden spear in his hand was magical and magical. In terms of marksmanship alone, even when he was an ordinary general, not many gods dared to say that he could definitely defeat him. Now, under the pressure of Da Luo Jinxian's peak magic power, it is even more dangerous.

The viciousness of this level of fighting was completely incomprehensible to Yama of the Tenth Palace. Li Jing and Bian Zhuang were sweating coldly and turning pale as they watched it, but they preferred not to be able to understand it themselves. He moved his body quietly and shrank back with the Tenth Palace Yama.

Huang Tianhua looked at the situation in the field, then looked at Ksitigarbha, knowing that he could not persuade Ksitigarbha to help anyway. Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his hand to take the Heart-Card Spike over and shine it on Sun Wukong's back.

"Ding!"

A white light suddenly appeared, and Moye's sword collided with the Heart Nail and fell to the ground. The first time Huang Tianhua used the Heart-Saving Nail, Sun Wukong was still unprepared. Now that he knew he had such a thing, how could he not be on guard.

"King Wucheng of Zhenguo, he has such a great reputation, but his family tradition is not very good." Sun Wukong smashed the golden gun with a stick, hung it back with his hand, pressed the stick body against the tip of the gun, and said with squinted eyes: "Sheng Will the son who comes out only plan a sneak attack? "

"Hmph, now we are trying to catch the monster rebels who are attacking the underworld, and we are not competing in a martial arts competition. What kind of one-on-one fair rules should I tell you?"

Huang Feihu naturally knew that what his son did was unreasonable, but this was the practice style taught to him by True Monarch Qingxu Daode, and it was impossible to change it after so many years. If he, Huang Feihu, doesn't speak to his own son, how can he speak for Monkey King, the monster monkey?

"Dad!" Huang Tianhua also knew that he was causing some trouble for his father, so he simply shouted, rushed up with an eight-petal plum blossom silver hammer, and hit Sun Wukong on his pocket.

"Hey, boy, do you want to be beaten too?" Sun Wukong laughed, moved the stick in a circle, and simply took the initiative to circle Huang Tianhua into the battle circle, and started a one-on-two mode against Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's scriptures.

Although Sun Wukong in the original work of "Journey to the West" is not afraid of group battles and can easily sweep away hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers, Jiu Yao Xingjun, Twenty-Eight Constellations, and Twelve Yuan Chen, there is one thing that is not very good in his psychological quality.

In the battle with Erlang Shen at Huaguoshan, they were clearly evenly matched. He saw the monkey Sun retreated and was captured. He panicked and tried to run away, only to be captured alive. In the battle at Shituoling, the situation with Dapeng was also a 50-50 draw. He saw The pig and the water monster failed and were captured, so they had to run away again. As a result, they were unable to fly as fast as the roc and were captured alive again.

In this life, Yang Gui specially trained Sun Wukong to improve his psychological quality. Don't say you can beat him, even if you can't beat him, you still have to look confident and bluff the opponent so that the opponent doesn't dare to act rashly.

In fact, it is completely redundant to go to Yang Gui for special training. As long as you stay with him for three hundred years, anyone's psychological quality will become extremely strong. In addition, Sun Wukong has learned the technique of shifting and releasing force. Even when faced with the flanking attacks of Huang Feihu and Huang Tianhua, he still appears to be able to do so with ease.

Ding Ling banged around, and the Huang family and his son were surprised to find that the two of them were attacking from a flank, which was similar to the one-on-one battle just now. Both were blocked by Sun Wukong. It seemed that there was still a little bit of strength left, and with just a little strength, he could Defeat Sun Wukong.

"What a shame, it's just that bad. It's all because this old thief Ksitigarbha is watching with cold eyes!" Huang Tianhua swore at the top of his lungs while hitting Sun Wukong with a hammer. Even though the sound of gold and iron clashing between the three of them resounded almost through half of the underworld, Huang Tianhua's curses could be heard from it.

"Hey, Amitabha, this little calf... the little benefactor, is really an idiot." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was chanting sutras, was happy, "What kind of effort is that? It looks just a little bit worse. You don't really think that Is this poor monk just reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra for fun? This monster is so bottomless!"

It is true that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not exert all his strength in this melee, but this does not mean that he did not contribute much as Huang Tianhua thought. In fact, through the entanglement of scriptures, the soul of the other party can be aroused.

If Sun Wukong is really evenly matched with the Huang family and his son, his scriptures should have shaken Sun Wukong's soul and made him involuntarily have a heart for good. Not to mention putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha immediately, at least I can feel the sway of my soul.

But through the touch feedback from the scriptures, Ksitigarbha felt like he was trying to shake a thick copper pillar that had been tempered for thousands of times. It can't move, it can't move at all.

"It's unbelievable that the spirit of the demon monkey is so stable." Ksitigarbha's tone was full of wonder and envy, "I really don't know how he developed such a firm will."

When Sun Wukong heard Ksitigarbha's words, he almost burst into tears. Want to learn? Let me teach you! You don't have to do anything. As long as you follow my old teacher for more than a year, you can guarantee that you won't go crazy. If you stay with me for more than one year, I dare not say it. I will keep your will and soul strong enough to more than double.

"Bodhisattva, if that doesn't work, let's do it."

Li Jing, Bian Zhuang and the Tenth Palace Yama came over and knelt down on the ground, admonishing: "This monster monkey is so vicious in the underworld. If it is normal, it would be fine. Today, the three armies and all your powerful officials are here, really. It would be hard for you to explain to Tathagata Buddha if you let him escape unscathed, right?"

"Buddha..." Ksitigarbha's eyes narrowed, and he finally understood what Tathagata Buddha meant when he spoke to him about the clouds and mountains.

Earlier, the Tathagata found Ksitigarbha and gave him a series of instructions under the clouds and mountains. The general meaning is: "When it is time to take action, use all your strength to take action. Killing karma is not killing people. Killing is to protect life. If there is evil but not be evil, the hell will never be empty." !”

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is known as "Hell will not be empty, and he will never become a Buddha". In fact, it has two meanings. The first meaning is that he can improve his practice in the underworld with the help of the underworld. The second meaning is that he can also improve his practice. The way of cultivation, hell if empty, he was the three corpse quasi-sage at that time.

"But I didn't expect that what the Buddha said before should be here!" Ksitigarbha called out the Buddha's name softly, stopped chanting, and stood up. (End of chapter)